It’s baaack.
I was talking to my father this evening, and I asked him how his back was doing lately since we are getting ready to go on vacation and there will be steps where we are staying.
Me: “How’s your back been lately?”
Dad: “It’s not my back, it’s my knee.”
Me: “Your knee?”
Dad: “Yes.”
Me: “How long has it been bothering you?”
Dad: “Oh, I’d say since about the beginning of the year.”
Me: “Are you going to have it looked at?”
Dad: “Yeah, I guess I’d better. (pause) Hey, I’ve been riding my bike every morning.”
Me: “Oh, really?”
Coincidence? You decide.
I’ve just decided to let it go.
He’s lived in the same neighborhood since I was two, so if he lands in a heap in the road or a ditch, someone is bound to recognize him and call the ambulance, I suppose.
